A Beautiful Memory

An old photo upon the wall,
Sitting neatly in its frame as the years have gone by,
Was a photo I never truly looked at…
 
How could I have been so blind as not to see what it truly contained?
In my complex convoluted mind, these memories are forever stained.
 
A beautiful memory, that was almost forgotten,
But now flows through my mind like a fountain.
 
As I look at the ancient photo, the memories of that day begin to flood back.
A lovely spring afternoon fills the air with the scent of lilac.
It takes your breath as you look beyond the hills and towards the quiet stream.
Laughter can be heard in this far away daydream.
A slight breeze cools the warm air that surrounds me.
A camera flash documents this moment of harmony.
 
Now, I know that this is something worth recalling.
Marvel in the days gone by.
 Do not let these old memories die.
 
Pictures are a way to look back on the past and recall memories.
Even this picture, as foolish as I once thought it was, contains these.
This picture is a part of me.
It is a part of who I am, and I must embrace it,
For it shall always be a beautiful memory.